I found her. Some of her at least.
I wrote today. And by wrote I mean curled up in a chair and ate the end of my pen in frustration. Why does writing have to be so hard? Answer. Because if it wasn't there would be too many books dummy. Don't ask stupid questions Janelle. Ehem.
As I was saying before my evil twin Harriet started to argue with me, I was writing. It was hard. blah, blah....and then there she was. Standing there. As clear as day. Standing there laughing at me in the manner that I'd created for her.
"Why did it take you so long to find me?" She asked, her lips twitching into a half smile. "You thought me up for heavens sake."
I can see her face. and her hands. and the type of shoes she's wearing. the color of her eyes that for so long eluded description. Hello Tomcat.
Then the little brat took off running in the opposite direction leaving me with a big, fat, steaming pile of Writer's Block. Fantastic. Love you too. Grrr.
Writing is...this blank can be filled with basically any word. Today it's AGGRAVATING. Some days your characters sit still for you. Some days your characters play hide and go seek...not the fun version. But the version in which they lock themselves in a room and swallow the key. Fun game. Not. But some days you catch a glimpse of them. Pray you have a pen and a writing surface (arm, passer by, desk, book....yeah paper will do.)
I'm off to try and find her. Good night one and all. Good night....
I will happily be the passerby on which you record your next glimpse of Tomcat.
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